Nikon D5100 with Nikkor 55-200 VR 175mm.
Just in front of my office beside my window is a bougainvillea given by my mother.
The blooms of this bougainvillea is my focal point during eye rests after staring for a long time at the computer. It has provided me shade during summer months and showers the office fascade with pale fuschia confetti of blooms after being shaken by slight afternoon winds. I noticed that wind picks up strength starting at 2:00 in the afternoon giving us a carpet of blooms by 5:00 pm.
I positioned myself beneath the bougainvillea. I was playing with my apertures and manual focus.
White Beach, Boracay Island. Canon G11, handheld.
Boracay island equals sand and beach and playtime. Taken in front of our hotel La Carmela de Boracay, I was comfortably seated under the hotel’s canvas canopy on an early Saturday morning making sure my boys are above water.
Being a doting mom and soaking up the view of Boracay beach with a compact digicam always on the ready. The water was not as blue but I like how the low tide showed much of the sand as it gradually got lost in a creamy mixture of beach and sea and on towards the horizon accentuated with a lone sailboat coaxing the early morning crowd for a water adventure.
The sun was indecisive that morning, somewhat shy and doing peek-a-boos from behind thick clouds. Handheld my camera. Good thing my G11 has good image stabilization or else I’ll have crappy blurry photos all the time. I think Canon made it for moms.
The Crimson Hotel, Alabang Muntinlupa. Canon Powershot G11, A mode.
On my way to fetch my son at Alabang, I exit the South Toll booth of the South Luzon Expressway and followed the road turning left. This road brings me towards a building filling up the front of my windshield everyday with its linear glory.
I see this building everyday, twice a day but today it looked so happy lighted up from its side by a sunny 3:30 pm sun with a backdrop of cerulean skies interspersed with tufts of white clouds. I just can’t help but stop and admire.
I stayed inside my car at the driver’s seat, pulled my window down and took my shots from there. If possible I wanted to take 2-3 steps to the left to remove from my sight the leaning street post on the right but I may become tonight’s pedestrian accident news. Nah, not worth the risk.
As I was finishing my shots and preparing to drive on to motherhood and daily rituals, a sedan stopped in front of my vehicle with hazard lights flashing. A black vest with red tie driver stepped out and signaled for me to stop as a lady in dark coat and skirt approached me with a brochure in hand saying they noticed I was taking photos of their hotel and inviting me to visit them to see the interiors. I get it! They thought I was a security risk. I politely told them I was into this photography hobby and was just admiring their building. I have been passing by this road for years and never knew it was a hotel. Now I’m properly informed. On hindsight, I appreciate their efficiency and high security measures and I should have offered a more thorough explanation for my seemingly bizarre action. I should be prepared for future incidents like this with a ready answer. Lesson learned!
Miss Vilma Periwinkle Rabbit is a much loved aunt by her niece Rebecca, nephew Oliver and sister Kate. Oh, and her brother-in-law Alex thinks she’s a determined and kind lady.
About two days ago, she received a surprising offer she could not resist. Claytonia Crafts, a booming clay factory at Bayanan, Muntinlupa needed a consultant for their new range of products for Sylvanians. Her job is to make sure their products meet the discerning standards of Sylvanian folks. If she is to accept, she needs to move to a housing facility of Claytonia and will be away from her beloved family for the first time in so many years.
Ms. Vilma, after much thought decided she was ready for the challenge and happily accepted the offer. When she broke the news to her favorite niece and nephew, they bawled over but after Mama Kate explained that Aunt Vilma will be working at an exciting factory full of so many possible creations of toys, food products, and technological stuff, the raucous died down and were replaced with giggles and longing for future presents.
But still, the parting was not easy. Even Baby Periwinkle wiggled his way to Aunt Vilma for more hugs and kisses before she goes. Alex carried her luggage and waited for the Woodland Bus to arrive.
“Bye Auntie! Don’t forget to call us everyday. I want to know if their clay is more colorful than my molding clays,” reminded Rebecca.
“Auntie, check if that factory is where Santa gets his loot!” shouted Oliver.
“Yes dears! Auntie will text and call you regularly. Be good kids and help out your mom with the chores. Remember I won’t be around anymore to clean-up your toys. I love you all!” cried out Aunt Vilma.
And so begins a new chapter in the life of Ms. Vilma Periwinkle.